This movie reminded me of a forgotten story of my life. No, there was no bead, no romantic happy ending, but there were a lot of strange events and coincidences. At that time I lived in the city of Gomel in Belarus, and since I was 18 I lived alone – my parents gave me a small two-room apartment and sent me to self-sufficiency. After school, I graduated from accounting courses, but since it was not possible to get a job without work experience, I worked in a store as a salesman. After working for about 8 months, I realized that I definitely needed to get a higher education and move to another level of my life, gathering all my courage and knowledge, I passed the exams and entered the Polytechnic University. I am an active and open person, it was easy and fun for me to study, I really had to quit my job and devote myself to studying. But since no one canceled my self-sufficiency, from the first year I worked part-time by writing essays, reports, term papers for classmates and other students, typing translations of texts in general, I spun as best I could. I even liked it. When there was no money at all, I came to my parents to eat and then went to my place.
Once in one of these periods, we can say not very successful in financial terms (there were no current orders) I was returning home by trolleybus. Tired after a school day and parents' moralizing (I had to stop by to eat with them) I was riding in a half-empty trolleybus, suddenly it braked sharply, my hand fell off the handrail and I flew forward by inertia. I was almost falling when a young man caught me and helped me up. I was very surprised because I did not remember that someone was standing next to me. He asked if I could be escorted home, I refused (I have never been deprived of male attention, height 171 cm, weight 52 kg, long legs, oriental cut of playful eyes, not a big snub nose, rather plump lips and long hair). But at that time I was not interested in men at all, I played sports, hung out at discos, well, most of my life was occupied by studying.
The next day I ran into him again in the trolleybus, I was going to the university for classes, he gave me a seat (it's quite difficult to stand on 10 cm stilettos when the trolleybus constantly slows down sharply). A few days later I met him again, he spoke first, said it was probably fate that we constantly encounter him, and offered to take a walk in the park.
The park in our city is very beautiful, I like to walk around it and I agreed.
We were walking, he was always telling us something, some stories, and life events. I was very surprised how such a young-looking man of about 30 no more, can know and experience so much. How does he know so many subtleties and historical facts, it was not convenient to ask him about it and I just decided that he was probably a historian.
The manner of his conversation, vocabulary and use of words that had long been out of use were very surprising and did not correlate with his appearance in any way. During the walk, he asked me for permission to take my hand and we walked hand in hand for a while. He wouldn't stop telling his stories, and I'm a grateful listener.
After our walk together, I returned home completely exhausted, usually I walk around the park as if I am energized, there are very picturesque and atmospheric places there, but that time I barely made it home. I didn't let him take me home, he put me on a trolleybus and I left.
A few days later he called me on my mobile phone, I was very surprised, because in those years mobile communication was just beginning to appear and it was not so easy to find out a personal mobile phone number. He called and said that he was waiting for me downstairs and that I would go down (my apartment is on the 4th floor of a 5-storey building without an elevator) I went out and we walked and chatted for about 2 hours again. This happened several times, our walks became regular and it did not please me at all, because every time after them I came squeezed out like a lemon, as if all the energy had been sucked out. Usually, I always had enough energy to hang out at the disco all night on Sunday, and go to classes at the university in the morning. Such a relationship was beginning to tire me, I didn't feel any special sympathy for him, although judging by the looks of the other girls in the park, he was very attractive (about 180 tall, maybe a little taller, slender but muscular, toned physique, blond blond, pleasant appearance). And I started ignoring his calls. A couple of weeks later I saw him at the University! He introduced himself as a substitute safety teacher and lectured with us. To say that I was scared then is to say nothing!!! He sought my attention after classes, we walked in the garden of the university and talked. After he started lecturing with us, he started calling me every day at 7 a.m. and waking me up at the university)))) He kept asking me if I was getting tired, how I was feeling, and so on. I really wanted to break off this relationship, but I was constantly scared that I would have to take a test to him, and if I broke off this relationship before the session, then I would not pass the session, and it was still almost a month and a half before it.
And a couple of weeks before the start of the session, I then fell ill (although I usually do not get sick during this period, and in general I endured all acute respiratory infections and acute respiratory infections on my feet, 2-3 days of a runny nose and everything went away), and then I was so bad that I thought I would not survive, there was no strength, the temperature was under 40, I just lay in bed for almost a day, I didn't even have the strength to get up to drink water. He called in the evening and asked why I was not in class, I said that I was very ill, I had no strength and a very high temperature, he asked if I had medications, and where did I get them from if I had never had such a condition before and I did not have the strength to walk to the pharmacy. We ended the conversation and I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning, I no longer had a fever, I felt much more cheerful, and next to my bed I had antipyretic and effervescent vitamins. How and who brought them to me, I did not remember and still do not remember. But after that day, this young man didn't bother me. He also left the university, when I came to class, they told me that our main teacher would take the test. I never met him again, although sometimes it seemed to me that someone was watching me. Here's a real-life story.